A/N: Sooo... this is my new project! I really should be getting on with my other inactive stories but hey, I could pretend this will solve my writer's block :) This is a very new writing area for me. If this gets a good reception, I might think about writing more Harry Potter as my last attempt was rather unsuccessful. And yes, that was a massive hint for you lovely people to give me feedback. Any kind will do. That's not true, I'll get sad if I get bad reviews, but it's polite to say you like any kind of response.

Anyway, for those of you who haven't skipped this bit thinking 'oh God, another pleading author's note, I'm not going to bother reading THAT', this is my first contribution to my collection/amalgamation of James/Lily drabbles, one shots, told in various forms and points of view. This one, you will see, has hardly any mention of them, but you will probably see where I'm going with it as you read (and please do). And I've finally finished rambling so on with the new show!

Miracle (noun): A surprising and welcome event that is not explicable by natural or scientific laws and is considered to be divine.

The word 'miracle' is perhaps used too often.

The birth of a child is often called a miracle yet hundreds of thousands of tiny people are delivered each day, thousands each minute. It's illogical. A miracle is supposed to be an event or happening that was never thought to be possible, isn't it? The screaming bundle of pink didn't just appear out of thin air, it had been anxiously waited for for the previous 10 months. Yet it is still labelled as a miracle. Others may include a day without rain in England in April, not getting stuck in a traffic jam at 8.30am on the way to work, or a night without the sound of dogs barking and ambulance sirens.

In my personal opinion, the word miracle is not used often enough in relation to the beginning of life, just the by products. The growth of everything. Spinning and spiralling tiny bits smashing into each other, sending whizzing and blurring hot lights in the space and stuff we call space whilst hard solids that weren't there before pull in other stuff, clinging on, wanting to be big but so small at the same time. This one lump then just so happen to align itself slap bang in the right place for a funny thing called life around a burning sparkling round bit. Skipping ahead in the new word 'time', green explodes, merging and mixing with a blue liquid that has a simple 'molecular structure', allowing things with long necks and pointy bits in their mouth to plonk the big round things at the end of their legs in front of the other, only stopped when the span of the simple blue fluid 'freezes' until it melts 'centuries' later. Hairy things then pop up, some able to produce sticks holding hot burning flares in a ring of 'stone'.

Although you managed to grab that parking space in front of the building so you didn't have to walk for miles, and got a good night's sleep when the neighbours shut their vocal pet in, it didn't defy any theorem, or change the world.

Yes, the word 'miracle' is perhaps used to often.

But to the teachers and students of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, the sight of James Potter and Lily Evans walking down to breakfast one morning hand in hand brought only one word to mind.

Miracle.

Eeek. It feels like I've just failed an important exam writing that. But considering I'm not a straight A student, I'm used to the feeling so I can publish this. Please review and tell me to continue, what sort of things you like or whether you think I should scrap this whole thing and cut my losses while I still can, all that cringy stuff that you get at the bottom of a story.

So, following that trend, give my some review loving/hating!

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